After hearing Draco's thoughts, everyone couldn't sit still.

The restaurant was silent, as if everyone was looking forward to what was to come. Suddenly, the hat seemed to come alive and began to twist slowly.

A wide crack appeared in the center of the originally ordinary hat, turning it into an open mouth.

Then, a low and hoarse singing voice came out from the hat. Draco frowned his pretty face. This was too unpleasant... But why did this melody sound so familiar?

Principal, does your Sorting Hat watch TV too?

"Who lives in wonderful Hogwarts? It's the Sorting Hat!

Who lives in wonderful Hogwarts? It's the Sorting Hat!

.......

Gryffindor, courage supreme,

Hufflepuff, sincere and kind,

Ravenclaw, clever and clever,

Slytherin, ambitious and arrogant.

......

Don't be afraid, take me with you~"

After the Magic Hat finished singing, its lingering, melodious sound still echoed through the hall. That 'beautiful' voice seemed to possess a magical power, drawing people in and making them unable to extricate themselves.

It was not until long after the song ended that thunderous applause and cheers broke out at the scene. The students stood up one after another and expressed their sincere appreciation and admiration for the Magic Hat's wonderful performance.

Faced with such an enthusiastic response, the Magic Hat remained humble and graceful. It slowly turned around, facing the four tables, and then bowed deeply to each one in turn, expressing its gratitude to the audience. Each bow was filled with sincerity and respect, revealing the Magic Hat's deep humility and courtesy.

After the magic hat completed its last bow, it suddenly stood still as if under a spell, without moving a muscle.

Draco's eyes were glazed over. This was the sorting he'd been so anxiously anticipating? Was his feelings wasted? And did he really have to wear this dirty, old hat that made him sing so poorly? The little prince thought awkwardly, his mysophobia taking a turn. Harry noticed Draco's slight emotion and squeezed his hand to soothe it.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. She stood beside the chair, holding a piece of paper covered with names.

"Whoever's name I call now will come forward, put this hat on his head, and sit on this stool to await the results of the sorting," said Professor McGonagall. "Hannah Abbott!"

As she finished speaking, a pretty girl with two golden pigtails nervously stepped out of the queue. Wasn't she the girl who invited Neville to take their boat? Looking in the direction where Hannah Abbott had just come out, Neville was indeed staring nervously at the stage.

Hannah put on the hat, and after a pause, the Sorting Hat called out, "Hufflepuff!"

"Neville Longbottom!"

"Hmm, I see. That means... Hufflepuff!" the hat called again. Neville quickly ran over and sat down next to Hannah.

"Pansy Parkinson!"' "Slytherin!"

"RON WEASLEY!"

"Huh? You and the Longbottom kid in front of us... Gryffindor!" The Gryffindor table erupted in applause. The twins kept boasting, "This is our youngest brother. I told him he'd definitely come to Gryffindor."

"Hermione Granger!"

"Ravenclaw!" The hat paused and shouted. Hermione walked to the Ravenclaw table and sat down, chatting with the girl next to her.

"Draco Malfoy!"

Draco was somewhat reluctant, unable to convince himself to put it on. Under Professor McGonagall's urging gaze, he resisted the urge to give it a baptism of holy light to see if it would become cleaner. The Sorting Hat was slowly placed on Draco's head.

"Oh. A natural born with Occlumency? But it doesn't matter, I can sense your emotions. Just now, several children insisted on going to the house of their choice. They all listened to your advice, right? Hmm? Disdain!" The Sorting Hat suddenly said loudly, and the whole Hogwarts could hear, "Hey! My singing voice is so beautiful! You ignorant brat! Slytherin!"

Everyone laughed in good faith, and Draco angrily threw the Sorting Hat on the stool. Looking at the cute little boy with red cheeks who looked like a ferocious kitten, many people felt like they were stabbed in the heart.

"I think I'm in love..." a Gryffindor boy muttered to himself.

A sudden sharp gaze from the teacher's seat startled him awake, sending him into a cold sweat. He looked up stiffly, and saw the most feared Potions Master in the school looking at him sinisterly.

A friend beside him patted him sympathetically. "Draco Malfoy is Professor Snape's godson. You're on your own."

......

"Harry Potter!"

Harry walked up calmly under everyone's gaze.

"Hmm," he heard a faint voice say in his ear, "You, like the other little guys before you, have memories that I can't see... You're courageous, talented, and have a strong desire to prove yourself and a pursuit of power. Very interesting! Where should I assign you?"

"Slytherin!" The students at the Slytherin table all applauded in a reserved and elegant manner. They were well-informed and had long known that the savior and the only son of the Malfoy family grew up together, so there was no doubt that they would be Slytherins.

The other houses also responded with friendly applause and congratulations, but Gryffindor kept looking at Harry with a sad look, as if he had lost his wife.

Harry was confused by that look. After taking a seat at the Slytherin table, he looked at Draco, who had already reserved a seat for him, and asked, "Why is that Gryffindor senior looking at me like that?"

Draco had noticed the Gryffindor senior staring at Harry, and he stifled a laugh as he relayed the news he'd gathered. "A lot of people know you're starting this year. This senior's girlfriend is a Slytherin, and he and his friends made a bet on which house you'd be sorted into. His girlfriend overheard them."

"Even if you lose the bet, you don't have to look at me like that, as if I stole his wife." Harry said softly, feeling uneasy and having a thorn in his back.

Pansy overheard their conversation and came over to jokingly say, "Isn't it just about stealing a wife? You have to know that Gryffindors don't always speak without thinking. That senior said he swore by his love for Emilia that you must be a Gryffindor."

"Oh my god, senior must be pissed!" Harry realized. No girl likes her boyfriend being so casual about his feelings. Even if the senior was trying to say that the possibility of him not going to Gryffindor was smaller than the possibility of him and senior Emilia breaking up, Slytherin nobles were all a bit tsundere and sensitive.

"I heard that he rushed up and slapped me on the spot, and said he wanted to break up with red eyes, saying that he actually gambled their relationship." Pansy gossiped, with some sympathy and some gloating. "I didn't expect that since you are not a Gryffindor, Emilia-senpai would break up with him. Poor~"

"After all, he pursued her for a long time. In the past, the relationship between Slytherin and Gryffindor was like fire and water. It seemed like five years ago that the lyrics of the Sorting Hat changed. The headmaster even showed concern for the Slytherins for the first time and stopped favoring the Gryffindors."

Blaise, who had been listening silently for a long time after the Sorting, interjected, giving Draco and Harry a meaningful look. "At first, the two houses were quite awkward. It wasn't until Olivo bravely pursued love and got together with Emilia that the two houses slowly began to appreciate each other's strengths."

"Didn't you just finish the sorting? How do you know so much?" Draco was puzzled by Blaise's look, and his attention was focused on other things.

"Please, my little prince, if you had seriously talked to those noble children who are trying to curry favor with you, you would know that this is not a secret." Blaise rolled his eyes elegantly and wanted to put his hand on Draco's shoulder, but Harry slapped it away.

He shrugged, thinking of those who had other thoughts about the little prince, he could only mourn in silence. The little prince was not easy to approach, as he was protected by a dragon.

After the Sorting, Professor McGonagall gently tapped the cup in front of her. The clear, resounding sound, like a magical spell, instantly captured the attention of everyone present. The once bustling hall suddenly fell silent, and everyone's gaze simultaneously turned in Professor McGonagall's direction.

Then, Dumbledore, who sat at the head of the teachers' chair, slowly stood up. He was dressed in long purple robes. A warm and friendly smile graced his face, and his deep eyes gleamed with wisdom and kindness. He smiled at the students before him, his arms stretched out to embrace them all.

"Welcome everyone to Hogwarts!" he said. "I hope you all have a happy and wonderful school life. I have a few words to say to everyone. They are: Idiots! Crybabies! Scum! Twist! Thank you all!"

He sat back down, winking in Harry and Draco's direction.

Draco and Harry clearly felt that after Dumbledore finished speaking, the magic emanating from Hogwarts was connected to all the new students. It must be a protective spell. Draco wanted to study it, but this was probably something only the current owner of Hogwarts could do. He tried to sense it with magic, but finally gave up regretfully.

Harry had already filled his plate with his favorites, and when Draco came to his senses, he handed him a glass of green apple juice. "Come on, these taste just like home, you'll love them." Harry smiled as he watched the picky Draco finish his plate in a hurry.

Harry's eyes inadvertently swept across the teacher's seat, but he felt a burning pain in the scar on his forehead.

He nervously placed his shaking hands under the table, his eyes fixed on the professor in the purple turban. He felt that it was when his eyes touched this person that his scar became painful!